Chapter Nineteen

Exhausted and weary, Ji Wujing let out a yawn, burying his face against Gu Jianli’s back and nuzzling her. The body in his arms was delicate and soft, so petite. Her waist, in particular, was so slender it seemed it might snap under pressure.

As Fu Yun'an was busy copying letters, Mu Qiong had already finished writing another thick letter to Young Master Huo Er and sent it off. Even later on, his brother would only show him Tianxing’s letters after transcribing them himself, and he had always remembered the sweeping, elegant calligraphy of Tianxing’s hand.

"What do you say?" Ji Shu tugged at his tie. At work, the department manager had asked if Yu Rouxi was no longer interested in collaborating.

But now, she was ready to say goodbye to all of that. Those were just ideas; she had a mother of her own now, a mother who loved her.

"Treat me to lunch. It’s been a long time since we’ve eaten together." Upon hearing the young man say this, Izumi Sakai did not let him off the hook, instead directly proposing that they have lunch together.

In the end, when Xiao Zhicheng heard about Xiao Yu’s engagement, he didn't say much, only mentioning that he would discuss it with his sister-in-law. When Ji Xuan called again later, Xiao Zhicheng confirmed they could attend; after all, Xiao Yu was a member of the Xiao family, and they would be present at the engagement banquet.

As Wulfric spoke, Gamma, standing behind him, placed his hand directly on the hilt of the battle-axe at his back, looking as if he were ready to resort to violence at the slightest provocation.

Huo Ying had purchased quite a bit of land back then. With so much property, it was impossible for him not to build a residence for himself. He had built a house here specifically, even leaving a room for Fu Yun'an.

Once the two sides had completely crossed paths, Zhou Yan turned his attention back to Xing Qingge’s body.

The only thing Natsukawa Kazuyu couldn't understand was why one would come to the basketball club while wearing a dress. Was there a new activity being launched? Something like playing basketball in skirts? But at the mere thought of that scene, Natsukawa Kazuyu shivered, goosebumps rising on her skin.

Rising early the next morning, she tidied herself up, found a well-fitting set of men’s clothing to wear, and ordered Wuming and Quelü Chuo to prepare plenty of fine wine and dried meat, intending to head to the front lines by the canyon to reward the troops.

Li Linhuai pulled Chang Jiu close, seating her on his left thigh. He supported her delicate chin with his right hand, bowed his head silently, and kissed her tenderly. Chang Jiu parted her pink lips slightly, responding to him in a lingering embrace.

Natsukawa Kazuyu simply found a set of clothes she felt comfortable in, washed her face, brushed her teeth, and headed out.

For Nascent Soul cultivators, even during combat, they rarely use large-scale spells—the reason is simple: energy is naturally more lethal when concentrated.

Having finally endured the last five minutes, everyone stopped all activity the moment the bell inside the arena rang.

Seeing Prefect Ding in such a disheveled state, the attendants of Censor Peng roared with laughter, clutching their stomachs and swaying back and forth with arrogant and unbridled amusement.

"Is that so? Then am I handsome enough to sweep you off your feet, Kazuyu?" Chiba Akitetsu flashed a brilliant smile.

His favorite thing was to sniff out money from all sorts of places. In the past, when they went to collect debts, he was the only one who could find the cash those people had hidden in the most bizarre nooks and crannies.

Natsukawa Kazuyu discovered that since she started hanging out with Atsushi Murasakibara, her personality had shifted slightly. But this change had no negative impact.

In truth, they both knew that the clothes shouldn't be worn that way, as they had simply wrapped the child in that piece of cloth. The child was bound so tightly that it couldn't even move.

Dou Dou and Dan Dan listened to their mother, and looking at the beautiful person in front of them, they obediently followed their mother’s lead, babbling "Auntie" with their imperfect speech. Princess Qingqing, in her joy, forgot her status and leaned in excitedly toward the two children.

"Junior Brother Yuan, I heard from the Human Emperor that you are going to the Haoyang Realm to keep the Haoyang Hunters in check, but I always feel it is far too dangerous. You and I both know that the Haoyang Realm is filled with countless immortals; it is said there are no fewer than ten Heavenly Immortals there. Your Spirit Severing stage really doesn't count for much," Qiao Yiqing said.

However, as they looked down from high in the sky, they suddenly discovered a fact: behind the concrete fortifications were several trenches, and inside them were many people with dense rows of dark, hollow cannon muzzles pointed toward the sky.

Xiao Shuyi took a deep breath. Whatever, let it be! Either way, you get a blade strike whether you stretch your neck or pull it back; wouldn't the outcome be the same?

"No, everything is smooth sailing; what could be going wrong?" Miao Lige didn't look up at her, instead gazing toward the entrance of her own shop. Her voice grew softer as she spoke, as if she were answering her own question or perhaps telling herself, though the loneliness in the depths of her eyes could not be hidden.

Even the capital of the Underworld, Hell City, was not in its original location; it was the result of a gradual migration seven hundred years ago. It could be said that everyone in Hell City was living away from their ancestral homes.

Was the experience of ten years ago not enough? Possessing so many inexplicable things—just how many more people did they want to kill?

In reality, the Mongol population itself was extremely limited. These hundreds of thousands of people accounted for nearly half of their able-bodied youth. If these people were lost, the Mongol tribes would inevitably suffer a devastating blow.

Ever since acquiring the Chaos Weapon Forging Art, Bat Qinglun’s forging skills had improved significantly. Naturally, he was extremely grateful for Yuan Wei’s selflessness, so he took out that snow-white spirit feather he had cherished for a long time and gifted it to Yuan Wei.

Fan Feng had no interest in trying to guess what Linlin was thinking or worrying about; he lifted Biyu by the waist and walked straight toward the temple gate.

"Master Lu, please stay a moment." In the Grand Marshal’s mansion, Lu Jiale had just finished discussing matters with the ministers. Before his foot could cross the threshold of the back garden, he heard someone calling out to him from behind.

Xi Wei hid far away. Even though she was a Green Dragon, she dared not get too close to Lin Lei’s singing—the power of the sound-transmitting crystal was simply too strong.

The slovenly old man didn't seem to exert any effort, yet a profound talisman seal emerged from the center of his brow and merged directly into Yang Yifeng’s.

The opponent hadn't acted immediately, likely because they hadn't yet gauged his true strength. However, as the progress of the new drug from the Lin Pharmaceutical Group became increasingly successful, Ye Tian believed the opponent would strike again, and likely within the next two days.

"Reveal yourself!" Zheluo, who had been sitting in a chair watching coldly, took a purple bronze mirror from his storage bag at this moment and shone the mirror’s surface toward the nine-tailed fox.

The eastern sky revealed a sliver of fish-belly white. The ground and the rooftops grew bright, yet beneath the houses it appeared even darker. However, to Yang Ren’s bright, sharp eyes, darkness barely existed at all.

Nie Feng felt a surge of ecstasy in his heart; this meant his spiritual power had grown a little stronger, he thought to himself.

It was also of the Cold attribute—a cultivation prodigy that their sect only encountered once in a thousand years, far more important than even the white cat.